The Pie Maker

indie pie maker from Pushing Daisies. selective | private | 18+

[bsezin-deactivated20170308]

[larygo]

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[leepace71]

Adorable Ned!

[lucy-moderatz]

[wordsnquotes]

I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.

Marya Hornbacher, Wasted (via wordsnquotes)

[roguesmarie-blog]

[royal-food]

Blueberry Pie with Whipped Cream & Mixed Berries

[touchofhell-archive]

Not much of a people person, is he? Luckily for him, Gluttony is far from a person, despite the very person mask she wears. The sin returns his smile, batting those brilliantly long eyelashes of hers, and rests her menu back on the table. 

“Which one would you recommend? I can’t decide, they all look delicious.” She’d eat the entire menu in a heartbeat, but she has no intentions of putting this poor human out of business. If that were to happen, where else would she get this drool-inducing pie she’s heard so much about? 

[thepiemcker]

     “Uuuuh well it really depends on what you like,” a beat, “but I like the      rhubarb?” The pie maker’s smile seems unnatural on his face, a sole,      uncertain eye crinkling to complete the expression.

     In all his years of owning the Pie Hole, the pie maker had never been at the      forefront of things. Luck had given him the bubbly and expressive Olive for      these moments, only to take her away in an instant (though, thankfully, not      forever).

     “But if you don’t like that -- apple?”

[9to5reaper-blog]

“I didn’t actually say -”

Mason trailed off as he tried to remember the name on the post-it note in his pocket. Perhaps it was a little insensitive that he couldn’t recall it off the top of his head but when you’ve been a reaper for 50 years the names and days tended to blur together.

“I’m here for Davies. I’m a family friend and I’m the only one who was up to identifying the body.’ A lie Mason has used over the years, most people not wanting to pry into what was most likely a traumatic time for loved ones of the deceased.

[thepiemcker]

     “Davies. Right.” The pie maker’s breath held within his chest, anxiety tightening      in around his still-beating heart.

     “Alright. You can go ahead and identify away. Or don’t. If you don’t know      him, I mean,” with all the grace of a steam engine, the pie maker stuffed his hands      within either pocket, shoulders raising to cradle either ear. In his youth an      inconvenience like this may have bothered the pie maker, but as he had aged he      had come to learn patience. It was much better to be slow than it was to be caught.

[columbiakiller-deactivated20170]

First kiss meme (thepiemcker - sweats)

‘FIRST KISS’ PROMPT - ACCEPTING

   “You really ought to relax,” he comments, hands sliding up shoulders that immediately tense at Ralph’s touch. Deliberately his fingers sink in, as if to pin the other man in place so that he might not run.

   “You always feel so far away…”   Then tells him he never has to be.

   He breathes his name out - he’s too quiet at first and he tremors when he’s asked to repeat it. It sounds short then, as if the word can’t stretch enough, and it tumbles harsh into the Pie Maker’s ear.

   “Ned.”

   And when the Pie Maker turns to face his (favorite) customer, how could Ralph not kiss him then and there?

[leepace71]

[leepace71]

So adorable!

[addaspoonfullofsugar]

recipe

[fireanddragons]

[columbiakiller-deactivated20170]

rough touch

‘ROUGH TOUCH’ PROMPT - ACCEPTING

   “NOW PIE MAKER,” says Father,    “I finally see what you are.”

   But Father does not scorn nor does he punish his former…FORMER and nothing more. Nothing now.

   The Pie Maker beckons, pleads even, that this is not what it seems. That this is something entirely different - and that now, in this place, for what purpose…All he can do is stare, as if lonely and not all at once.

   This is not the Ralph that he has known nor the Ralph he wanted…The Ralph he imagined. The creature that sprung from the skin he’s spun - the life he’s breathed so figuratively into the very being that was his only companion…

   A HEAVY HAND ON HIS SHOULDER.

   “Make your choice.”

[9to5reaper-blog]

@thepiemcker liked x

“Shit, mate. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was in here.” Hands raised in surrender at the other person in the morgue. Mason had been late to his reap, way late. Really, It was Rube`s faults for sending him to the middle of fuckin’ nowhere when he knew Mason didn`t have a car. “I can come back?”

[thepiemcker]

     The pie maker’s heart had nearly stopped at the sound of an intruder - his finger      retracting from the nearly newly revived. It wasn’t the first time he had been      almost caught and it wouldn’t be his last, yet no matter how many times it      happened, it never stopped his heart from stalling.

         “Oh, no that’s fine. I’m just...the medical examiner. Examining.”      It took the pie maker a moment to realize it wasn’t his presence that was being      questioned and, as he so often did and just as frequently denied, he pushed.

          “--Who did you say you were with again?”

[thepiemcker]

(( Zoey Sandin | @exquiiisite ))

The pie maker had narrowly avoided the minor brush, lanky figure recoiling from any collision. She may not have been dead like the now alive again Chuck, but he wasn’t one for chances - bumps somehow always managed to be more than bumps when it came to the pie maker.

     “Sorry, uh--”

     “Shouldn’t you be at home?”

While he may never have been a parent, and his interactions with such leader-like figures had been cut short, even he was aware of what time and day it was.